So yesterday I had to venture into the retail mecca known as Whitehall, PA. I hate Whitehall, too many people driving cars when they shouldn't be. So I made it to the Army Navy store unscathed, found hubby's jeans and out the door I went. Off to the KFC for dinner, all was good and home I went. Along the way I'm noticing fishermen getting in and out of cars, and I ponder this question...
Why do fishermen wear camo?? Can the fish see them out of water?? Hmm..
Now about that KFC dinner, I ordered a 10 piece bucket. And got 9 pieces, rats! Unless the 10th piece dissolved into the huge pile of grease at the bottom of the mushy bucket, they ripped me off. Probably can't count to 10 and lost track. When I was a kid that stuff used to be great, crispy etc. Was I just a kid or did that stuff just get worse?? Sigh, so much for cravings.
Onto me, I'm doing much better, still coughing the cough of death, but I have more energy and all the pipes are in normal working order. Thank you to all who sent well wishes. That meant alot to me.
Hubby is still sick, he must have the same thing we did, I'm hoping the meds kick in soon.......I think they should have by now, but we all took different meds so who knows.
On to the silly......
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